Our first dinner out with Ethan and Noel . . .

Most of y'all know that my father passed away recently, and though it was an unexpected and sad event, he was able to come up and see the boys.   These were his first grandkids and he was able to hold the boys, feed them and hand them over to us when they needed a diaper change.

My dad was also able to experience first hand how we're getting bolder and braver as each day goes by.  Some decisions prove to be learning lessons (reference previous post on our walk) and some prove to be pleasantly surprising, such as our first adventure out to dinner with the boys.

Upon my dad's arrival, we decided to try and go to dinner with the boys.  After feeding the boys, we head over to a restaurant around the corner that is typically deserted and figured would be easy to get in and out.  Instead, we arrived to a crowded restaurant with slow service, an awful combination.  That being said, we ended up having a great time.  The boys slept through most of dinner, my dad told us a bunch of stories about being a new dad (I need to ask my mom about a "blow-out" in the Albuquerque airport, apparently).  Overall, it was a fun outing and we're excited to do it again!










We'll miss you, Bucky!